My name is Ren

Chapter 29 Familiarize yourself with the Imperial Code and Achieve a Brilliant Life

The light coming in from the crystal car windows is gorgeous and colorful. Nobles like gorgeous colors. The crystal glass of the car windows is polished by the master craftsmen of the imperial capital. Through some corners that do not affect the line of sight, the light becomes colorful.

A dagger in the shape of a poisonous snake was only an inch away from Ren's nose, and the middle-aged man's arm exposed to the sun seemed to be poured with boiling oil, emitting bursts of blue smoke.He withdrew his arm abruptly and looked at Ren calmly.If it weren't for the close attack and defense just now, perhaps no one would have regarded this ordinary middle-aged man as a ruthless assassin.The Shadow Dancer's reputation is entirely garnished with horror with the fact of countless deaths, and they have never been benevolent fellows.

Cast aside and cursed by the gods, for thousands of years or even longer, they lived in the darkness, kept company with the darkness, feared the darkness, embraced the darkness, and merged with the darkness.

The shadow dancer looked at his arm, there were black shadows dancing crazily on the cracked skin, and the scars like burns were slowly recovering.He took out a small, metallic hand crossbow from his pocket.The crossbow arrows were only as long as a palm, lying quietly in the groove of the hand crossbow.Ren's scalp went numb. There was nowhere to hide in such a relatively small space. He held the dagger in his right hand and swung his arm vigorously.

As soon as the man raised his hand, he grabbed Ren's wrist. He was calm as if he was doing something inconspicuous, even though the young man opposite him was a gold nobleman from the Orlando Empire.He raised his left hand, and the arrowhead of the crossbow was processed into a matte finish without any reflection of light, giving people a kind of horror like facing a poisonous scorpion.He was just about to pull the trigger to complete this task, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bronze ring on Ren's index finger.

In an instant, Ren's mood was complex and changeable, anger, unwillingness, remorse, madness, calm... Time seemed to be slowed down by someone.He tried his best to control his body, his mind went blank, and there was a mysterious force that seemed to be interfering with all his actions.He opened the five fingers of his free left hand, facing the man with the palm of his hand, and spit out a few syllables under the man's shocked eyes...

Outside the carriage, the black priests who had been unable to attack for a long time had completely lost their patience. Time passed bit by bit, and the restlessness not far away could be faintly felt.If this knight cannot be taken down again, the assassination will be considered a failure.Failure is not terrible. In the missions performed by the black priest, there are many, many failure experiences.But the frightening thing is that they have already alerted the enemy, which means that when they continue to carry out the assassination in the future, there will be many difficulties.

"slow!"

"Blind!"

"weak!"

"fear!"

Every black priest is proficient in a curse. These curses can weaken the enemy to the greatest extent, but the more effective and powerful the curse, the more expensive it is.When they successfully cursed Blair, the eyes of the four black priests became dimmed and their eyes became cloudy.Curse is a double-edged sword, if it is not necessary, they are really unwilling to pay such a big price.

Seeing that Blair could no longer swing that annoying long sword, seeing his eyes lose focus and turning wildly, and seeing him take a step back with trembling and frightened face, the four black priests knew that the opportunity had come.The four thin swords pierced straight into Blair's body, and blood flowed out from the slender blades.Blair's face was full of ferocity, and the breath visible to the naked eye came out of his pores, and the four black priests were startled.

I drew the rapier, but it couldn't move!
Worse!

The four of them are veterans, so they immediately let go, and the moment they leaned back, Blair roared violently, the air was shaken by the roar, and the four of them were nailed to the ground as if they lost control. In situ.A flash of sword light suddenly erupted, and the whole world seemed to lose its color. The four of them only saw the extremely slow but unavoidable blade of the sword!
The flashes suddenly rose and then stopped suddenly. Blair's eyes regained clarity. He stood where he was, savoring something carefully.The long sword was slowly raised, and with a strong swing, the blood remaining on the sword fell to the ground, the dust was splashed, and several blood beads wrapped in dust appeared.He took out a piece of black flame sheepskin from his arms, and wiped the sword inch by inch as gently as if stroking his lover's body.

In his eyes at this moment, he only had his long sword, and he turned a blind eye to the four black priests around him.

The eyes of the four black priests gradually lost their color, and their bodies were slowly staggered with their waists as the dividing line.The blood splattered, like delicate flowers under the bright sun, blooming the most dazzling beauty.

Blair suddenly let out a smirk. He never expected that at this critical moment, he broke through the shackles of a fifth-level knight and successfully advanced to a sixth-level knight.From this moment on, he can be said to have officially become a noble, even the lowest noble.

There is a watershed between the fifth-level knight and the sixth-level knight. After surpassing the fifth level, the fighting spirit can be released, and many combat skills start from this.What he used just now was one of the combat skills provided to him by the Ren family - flashing circle cut.Motivate the body with fighting spirit, strengthen the body, break through the limit of the human body in an instant, and make a sword that cannot be caught by the naked eye.

At this time, the carriage shook violently, the carriage jumped, and the two frightened horses neighed and ran.Breton took a moment, followed by a few steps to catch up, ran wildly, grabbed the rear headlight of the carriage and turned it over forcefully, and fell onto the carriage.He fixed his body and leaned down, but through the car window, he only saw Ren sitting in the distance, arranging his clothes.He touched his head, reined in the rein three times and twice, and calmed the horse to slow down.

Through a few small holes between the driver's seat and the carriage, he asked, "My lord, what happened just now?"

Ren's voice was firm and calm, "It's okay, keep going."

Are you really all right?
The sudden outburst of momentum just now made Blair feel as if his heart had been tightly clenched by a big hand.Ren didn't want to say more, and he didn't want to ask too much. The stiff expression on his face softened, and he said with a smirk, "My lord, I'm in level six."

"Oh?!" Ren raised his eyebrows, "This is a good thing. After I finish handling the things at hand, I will accompany you to the capital for the sixth-level assessment."

After the knight's sixth-level assessment is successful, he can get the title and Martial Lord. At the same time, the empire will also issue the title of Lord to encourage more powerful people to go to the official registration and certification.The purpose of doing this is actually very simple. It is nothing more than using interests and benefits to tie each other. When necessary, these certified strong men who enjoy the privileges of the empire have reason and need to serve the empire.

There was no words all the way, when the carriage drove to the gate of Ortrenburg, several soldiers stopped the carriage, "The people on the carriage come down for inspection!"

Ren raised the dark curtains on the car window and glanced out. The soldiers raised their heads provocatively, turning a blind eye to Ren's brushing his face.

Having just suffered a round of assassination, the anger in Ren's heart erupted like a volcano, but was temporarily suppressed by his reason.At this moment, facing the provocations of these people, he couldn't bear it anymore.

He opened the door of the carriage and walked down, with a warm smile like a spring breeze on his face, his hands hanging by his sides, his right forearm slightly raised, and placed across his waist, his aristocratic temperament and upbringing were vividly displayed.Blair cursed angrily, and stood beside Ren, "These bastards dare to block the carriage of the mayor, do you want to die?"

Several soldiers got into the carriage and turned over, and someone spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and they deliberately disgusted Ren.After several people came down, one of them pointed to Blair and asked, "Why are you injured? Did you do something bad?"

Just as Blair was about to curse back, Ren raised his hand to stop him.

He took out a glove made of white killer whale skin from his pocket and threw it on the ground.

Several soldiers looked at the glove that was worth several years' wages in a daze, not knowing what the castellan was doing, but Blair grinned grinningly.

"It is stipulated in the Orlando Empire Code that nobles send duel applications to civilians, and civilians cannot refuse." With a choke, Blair drew out his long sword and held it in his hand, "Draw your sword! You bastard!"

The soldiers were really stunned. They didn't do it out of intention. Who would think of torturing an imperial noble like the city lord?Isn't this the old birthday star who eats arsenic and thinks his life is too long?It's just that there was an order from the top, and these guns were used to it in Ortrenburg, so they weren't too scared in their hearts, and some people carried mines on their backs, so they made a move to disgust Renn.Furthermore, there was no fault or omission in their actions. There was a column of smoke soaring into the sky in the distance. They did this to prevent someone pretending to be the city lord from sneaking into the city.

But I didn't expect this city lord to play cards a little bit out of order, why did he throw a glove?

Kent, who was hiding in the city gate, ran out quickly, with a playful smile and a stupid face, "Oh, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, my lord!"

(End of this chapter)